Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in repose,
Re: Log: Harry's House, Marta/Harry
"Your hands are like fucking ice." It was the truth discovered by when she placed her hands against his back, from beneath the jacket. Truth, but he was only teasing her when he said, "Did that driver have you strapped to the hood on the way over?" Wiggling out of the hug, Harry took her by the arms of that new jacket. He brought her hands up to his face. Well, up to his mouth, and he exhaled warmth onto her fingers before rubbing her hands together for her. Of course, he let go when she pulled away.
"Yeah, I guess I haven't seen how you dress for a few years now, but..." With a considering look that went up and down, a little more Tim Gunn and a little less wolfish, he glanced over the rest of her outfit. "It doesn't look like you ever got into florals. The jacket was actually a safe bet, but I'm glad you like it anyway."
Harry gave her an eyebrow waggle when she made mention of the two bottles of liquor that she'd gifted him with for Christmas, and that wasn't even counting whatever else was currently in the house. But dinner first. "Right," he said, as memory served. Although, it didn't serve all of the way, "I can't remember what I requested from the staff, but I guess we'll find out.
Dining room is this way," he said while leading the way out of the study and further down the hall toward the rear of the house. The back of the house seemed to consist primarily of windows, showcasing a sprawling yard with gardens that were currently trimmed down to the bone since it was winter. The fountains were off and the pool was drained dry, which gave the whole scene kind of a stony and cold feeling, but oh well.
The dining room had a large table with linen cloth stretched over it. There were candelabras and elaborate place settings for the dozen or so people that wouldn't ever be joining them. Harry turned to Marta for consultation, "This is too much, isn't it? I don't know where else to chill." If it wasn't so cold, they could have taken over the gazebo, but the whole inside of the house was propped like a fairy tale movie set, and even Harry was kind of afraid of touching anything.